Bobby Harrison - a mystic old school dresser from the 80's, a Brackenwood original. He never moved on. Had a largely uneventful life on the pan crack sponging and not contributing to society. The best thing he ever did for me was make mushroom tea for us all, he was the local mushroom mystic in kickers shoes, farahs and bad hair and teeth.
An oddity as he used to go watch Chelsea in the 80's when we all watched Leeds.
What a waste of a life. He, as far as I know, acheived and did fuck all.
